Yup, I'm gone...

I'm in DC. There was some doubt about this for a while; the snow came in (bastard weather!) and tried its damnedest to close Albany airport before I could escape. My 5:15 flight officially left at 6:05 because it didn't even take off from Baltimore to come north until 5:10 or something. I personally was on the plane by say 6:00, but we didn't pull away from the gate until at least 6:15. we then went to be de-iced, and got de-iced... And then sat there for another 20 minutes. When we took off they announced we'd land at 7:10 (a little less than an hour late). We actually landed some time after 7:30, and got off the plane after 7:45.

When we got delayed, Matt was kind enough to offer to come all the way out to BWI and get us. The reason he originally hadn't wanted to was rush-hour, which I don't at all blame him for. So he came out, and got stuck waiting 45 minutes for us. We did finally get here around 9:00... And Claire, of course, was immensely happy to see us. The two of them had a late night, maybe... But they're in bed now. And actually quiet! That's good. Well, it's okay. It's vacation of a sort. They can have a late night tonight and a late morning tomorrow.

We do have brunch plans, so everyone needs to be ready to leave at 10:45. :) Yeah, hardship.

Aidan, when the plane had landed, had a very nice conversation with the woman in the seat in front of us. Apparently, last weekend she had her six grandchildren (the oldest being 7) for a couple of days, and thought he was quite charming. She commented on his very intelligent questions. I thought it showed how smart she was...

If you haven't ever read up on Pastafarianism (or the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster), you should read up on it. I got more amusement than I should have out of that earlier today. I'm very tempted to ask my mother for a knitted flying spaghetti monster for my next birthday.

Pleasantly tipsy, very tired. Yummy Scotch. Going to bed. G'night.